Imperfections

Apart from the predictable irks - not enough money to address climate change in anyone's budget, my current assymetrical work-life balance, the very phenomenon of frozen meals, most of the bestseller lists - I compile a non-exhaustive list of irritates which my life would be better without.

• Couples who work out together at the gym.
• People who send innumerable emails to a list complaining about the volume of mail they receive and their difficulties leaving the list.
• The kids who take their speakers on the train and play shithouse RnB at mid-volume between Auburn and Mt Druitt on the Northern Line. Double irritation if they sing along.
• The higher odds of buying stale tofu in the inner east as opposed to the inner west.
• Men, particularly butchers and waiters, who get turned on by the idea of a woman eating rare steak and feel compelled to comment.
• Ug(ly) boots.

Running the gauntlet of self-improvement options in view of my recent aging and imminent decrepitude, I have also come to the conclusion that my life would be better without the internet. And yet, je demeure.